The hits keep comin'

Came across a small piece of lined page with a couple sentences in Mom's writing.  No idea what the first two sentences refer to - Comparing these two letters is confusing.  They contracted each other.

The others are clearly directed to Kerry ~ You wanted me to say what I feel and think.  When I did, you were offended.  Please know that I love you and want what is fair for you and for me.

Interesting thing - she first wrote "good," then crossed it out & wrote in "fair."  

What's the difference between good & fair?  Worth a ponder.  

And I can understand why Kerry - and maybe even Mike - would be unsettled reading such a comment from Mom.  It was so unlike her.  The Mom they knew would never have thought about herself.  

Gee, it's good reading that, seeing it in her own fist.  She did amaze.

 

not registering

FACT:  There are countless things that my husband totally nails in our relationship.  There are a few that are a challenge.  A couple that are beyond his ken, flat-out aren't on his radar, absolutely not registering in his psyche until I shake my head in disbelief.  

If those things were giving points to indicate their importance, the couple that just don't, never will register are at the top.  They are the ones that leave me feeling the most nakedly vulnerable, that go zap! straight to my once crushed & crumpled heart. 

Love that word - once.  Because while it still irks me, they don't emotionally devastate me as they did.  Am looking forward to it not even irking me anymore.

The reality is that I was open from the earliest days of our relationship about the things that left me feeling emotionally gutted.  Did what I was able.  And if John was able to do things differently, that would cut me up.  But there's no changing something that doesn't register.  It's not on his radar & no amount of my getting whacked out is putting it there.

So, recognize that he grinds me down only >< much in our relationship - and that  ><  s 100% unintentional - while lifting me up...
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>  <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
much.  Comparing the profit to loss columns, I clearly come out waaaaaay ahead! 

And think of the endless opportunities it offers for my greater personal growth....

another sweet dream

A couple days ago, Peter asked if I had Karen's current address & phone number, as well as Mike & Kerry's phone number in their relatively new digs.  If Mim had been alive, she would have had all of them.  Mim was the touch stone of our family, connecting to each of us.  Without her, we are rudderless.

And without the info Peter requested.  Asked Karen for an update of all the Aussie side of the clan;  hoping to hear back soon.  But I have never had an address or phone # for either of Peter's children.  Don't have Scott's.  And I wouldn't feel okey-dokey asking for them - sort of not done.  

BUT last night had a wonderful dream that built off of Peter's request in a lovely, affirming way.  Mom was gone, but Mim was still with us.  And Peter & Mim & I were all in comfortable contact with each other & about to reach out to Mike & Kerry.  We weren't close, but we were all talking to the others.  

At the end of the dream, right before I woke up at 5:23 a.m., John & I marveled that we were all in healthy, caring contact with each other.  Not close or good buddies, but present & listening.  The thought that occurred to the dream-state me, thought but unspoken, was, "Mom would have been amazed by this.  It is astonishing what can happen when you let people be genuinely visible, without judgement."

Pretty good principle to live by, but not always possible.  Some people won't let themselves be visible, because they judge themselves.  Which is sad, but has never, will never keep me from doing my best to see their whole self through loving eyes.  

Definitely another sweet dream.  Bring on the next!

terrific Mother's Day present - from MOM!

 

When I wrote, "Oh my gosh - ya can't make this stuff up!" in last month's dear void #2, had NO idea how beyond spot-on it was.

Mentioned my wish that I had the letter from Mom to which Kerry had written her impassioned response, the note she described as "the letter to beat all," the one that hurt her "more than I knew possible."

Well, much to my astonishment, it showed up today in a file of unrelated bits & pieces.

This is the letter that tore Kerry apart, the one Mike faulted with alienating her children:

Feb 20. 1999

Dear Peter, Mike & Kerry, Mim, Elsa & John

I realize that I have always agreed with each of my children because I have been afraid not to agree with them - you.

With the exception of Mike & John, I haven't felt safe talking to any of you.

I am so glad that I am working on not feeling that way.  It is a beginning.

William James said, "A human being will change his life by changing his attitude of mind."  That's me.

Would like to talk about it?

Much love - Mom, Mum, Mother

 

Reading that, a letter I haven't seen for 17 years, got me to asking - What did my brother & s-i-l read that made them think the letter was about Kerry & not about MOM?  

Read Mom's note again.  This is the letter that compelled Mike to reply, "I would like to say that whoever you are talking to or having consul with is driving a large wedge between the family and you."  

If such a clearly written letter could be so wildly misconstrued to be an attack on any of the recipients, rather than a confession by the writer about unfairly prejudging us - well, it's easy to see how unpredictable personal issues can conspire to trigger epic misunderstandings. 

How poignant to find this treasure on Mother's Day, while rearranging the Front Room (previously Mom's) bookshelves.  How proud I am of the woman who wrote it, just a few months shy of her 90th birthday.  It took guts.  

Think about it.  The responses from her oldest children - Peter scoffed, Mim ignored, Mike & Kerry sent their mind-boggling replies - confirmed what Mom had always feared &underscored how right she'd been to believe that being open & honest with them would lead to heart ache.  


Want to be more astonished?  Remember her tender reply to Mike...

March 30, 1999

Dear Michael

Your letter was received.  Here are a few of my thoughts.

Don't let the fall out of a few heated moments taint your life.  Set aside the unintended hurt and the disagreement, and focus on the intentional love.  I find comfort that no one intended to be hurtful.

I have a psychological counselor, a financial counselor, and spiritual counselors.  John is an influence, Elsa is an influence, and Peter is an influence, along with Taking Responsibility: Self Reliance and the Accountable Life by Nathaniel Branden, Stephen Covey, John Bradshaw and other authors.  I enclose a list of Branden quotations.

The key issue in this quest for self is me, not Elsa, not Kerry.

It is important to ask "Why?" rather than lash out if people say or do disturbing things.  Asking "Why?" acknowledges the possibility of a different point of view.  It does not mean agreeing with the response.

A reply is not necessarily a response.  Intentional silence is not a neutral response.  Stripped down to basics, life is about loving people for who they are, and not who we want them to be.

Love to all - 

Love, Mom


What a special special special Mother's Day present, from a massively courageous woman to a loving, appreciative daughter.

 

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shooting for 99%

Someone I respect shared her sense that I still define myself, to a large extent, by family.  

Yes, I do.  Surprised at her mentioning it, because she knows I've been working to cut that down to size since 1976, the year it first struck me that I was a separate self from my sibs & parents.  

Although I am the perhaps the most transparent person on the planet about my search for self & clearer sense of separation from images/imaginings about family, am sure it's a fairly universal human quest.  

Am continually goose bumped by things that seem to come up in clusters, giving fresh insights & new meanings to longtime dynamics & memes.  Over the past couple days, I wrote a posting about a letter from Mike to Mom, reread the e-mail about still defining myself by family & went through the bittersweet joy of yesterday being Siblings Day, with friend after friend posting pictures of themselves with smiling siblings.  

There is no question that some part of me will always define myself by family.  What I've been working on for forty years - successfully - is to reduce it from 100% family, back in '76, to 99% me.

99% makes sense.  My experience of family has been fairly toxic, as has their experience of me.  Defining 1% of moi by family is enough to show the love I have for my sibs without a sicko longing for the more that once ate me up.  Getting it down to 1% is still a ways off, but working on it.

While I believe the family thing is a fairly universal quest, there is no denying that mine has the peculiar twist of defining myself by a family that never included me in their own definition!

This was underscored yesterday, looking at large & small groups of smiling siblings posted on Facebook.  I couldn't post one of our entire family because none exists.  With the arrival of each child, Mom & Dad had a formal studio picture taken - Peter & Mike, Peter & Mike & Mim, Peter & Mike & Mim & Ian (a full family shot).  They had a formal studio shot of me around 18 months or two - alone.  I find that interesting.

Yes, I define myself by family.  Family matters to me.  Always has, always will.   What I've worked to get past is it being all consuming.  Even after John, family filled up as much or more of my practical life as he did.  Mom lived with us.  I married, but my family remained, literally, at the center of my life.  

Having a healthy sense of self & a clearer sense of separation from images/imaginings about family is an active, on-going work in my life.  Have made headway over forty years, significant progress over the past fifteen, especially over the past two, particularly the last twelve months.  

The point to think about is not whether I define myself by family, but how much definition do I give myself as an individual.  Like to think I'm increasingly closing in on 99%! 

blindsided by joy

Best way to be blindsided - by joy!

When I wrote yesterday's posting that referenced letters from Mike & Mom, had no idea it was a life shifter.  Used the two tenderest notes from a small treasure trove of family letters to make a point that absolutely positively HAD to be made.  Mike spoke clearly from himself, Kerry, Peter & Mim;  Mom spoke for herself & all of us, which was everything.  

Wow...  After a lifetime for trying to come to terms with the woefully incomprehensible & pathetically unfathomable,  I write a posting & - out of the blue - decades family storm & strife were lifted off my shoulders, poofed away as if by magic. 

Actually, it was magic.  At least my definition of magic - when life works the way it was always meant to, ending up in the best for all.  

Bissfully blown away by the timing of family letters tumbling together as a collection, sending out into the dear void bits & pieces that spoke to me, the blessing of having the material ~ mindset ~ writing chops to distill heated words & convulsive rhetoric into four days of healing posts - Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday & Friday.

We can get great educations, seek training, attend workshops & seminars & all manner of eye-, mind- & spirit-opening events, but when it comes to the most important changes in our lives, all we can do is prepare a way for A Greater Power to find a way to turn things around, help to set things right.

When we're blindsided by joy, gobswoggled by wondrous change, one thing remains to be done - offer up the most heart-felt thanks to the dear void & the amazing Universe & All That Is.  

tender words

The most surprising thing that Mom experienced in her quest for a better sense of her own inner core was the distress felt by her older children, each of whom categorically opposed it.  

Peter openly scoffed at her search.

Mike & Kerry were both outspoken in their criticism of her search.

Mim saw no need for it & pegged all responsibility for Mom's search on me.  (Would that it were true - Mom finally sought help because of  Mim & Peter, not because of anything I said or did.) 

 

Initially, Mom felt blindsided.  When she'd reached out in her letter to each of us for our support in her quest, she wasn't requesting our active participation.  The work she did with the great Kevyn Malloy was about HER, not about us.  

Each one of them went way past questioning Mom's drive to find out what was important to her - they flat out denounced it.  

What would have seemed emotionally devastating - her older children presenting a united front of disapproval & ultimately distancing - turned out to be weirdly liberating.  She felt sad that her children could not see that this was something she was doing that had virtually nothing to do with them.  Who could have guessed how their responses stirred her mother's heart & soul in new ways?  

It struck Mom, especially after reading a letter from Mike, that her three oldest children could not comprehend that their mother was doing something for herself, not for anyone else.  And, for possibly the first time in her life, Mom processed their inflamed responses as information - then forged on with her quest, even when warned that continued counseling could push them out of her life.  I would describe that as "courageous," but am pretty sure Mom would say it was just what needed to be done.

Out of the small trove of letters recently rediscovered in the Big Dig clear & clean, two stand out as worth a look.  One from Mike to Mom; the other, her reply.  Individually & in tandem, they illustrate so much of everything Mom was experiencing.


From Mike's March 15, 1999 letter:
I would like to say that whoever you are talking to or having consul with is driving a large wedge between the family and you.  As you approach your 89 birthday, we should be getting closer, not farther apart.  We should be helping all the members of the family get closer to you and each other.  But it seems that it is not happening.  Kerry was very upset with your short note saying that you only trust John and me in what we say, or being safe.  I can't think of a statement farther from the truth when it comes to Kerry.  She has only your goodwill at heart as have I.  But she will also say what she thinks because she has a right to.  You are losing Kerry very fast and a rethink about people's right to voice their feelings should be looked at very carefully.  You have your feelings, too, I do know this.* 

No one can make you do or feel what you do, Mother, only you can.  Don't change that "attitude of mind" so much that no family is left to see the results.

* The last sentence is in much smaller print because that's how Mike wrote it - possibly added later rather part than of the original thought. 

 

Am including all of Mom's reply, because every word touches my heart & memories.  She put her heart into writing it, sitting in her big chair in the living room & on her bedside.  In so many ways, having the opportunity to respond to Mike gave her a key to expressing what she had set out to do & to take a loving look at what was coming from it.  

To put Mom's second paragraph in context, she is referring to the early summer 1997 emotional explosion, which still reverberated almost two years later.

March 30, 1999

Dear Michael
Your letter was received.  Here are a few of my thoughts.

Don't let the fall out of a few heated moments taint your life.  Set aside the unintended hurt and the disagreement, and focus on the intentional love.  I find comfort that no one intended to be hurtful.

I have a psychological counselor, a financial counselor, and spiritual counselors.  John is an influence, Elsa is an influence, and Peter is an influence, along with Taking Responsibility: Self Reliance and the Accountable Life by Nathaniel Branden, Stephen Covey, John Bradshaw and other authors.  I enclose a list of Branden quotations.

The key issue in this quest for self is me, not Elsa, not Kerry.

It is important to ask "Why?" rather than lash out if people say or do disturbing things.  Asking "Why?" acknowledges the possibility of a different point of view.  It does not mean agreeing with the response.

A reply is not necessarily a response.  Intentional silence is not a neutral response.  Stripped down to basics, life is about loving people for who they are, and not who we want them to be.

Love to all - 

Love, Mom

p.s.  My shoulder is punishing me for writing this, but it is a necessity.

Reading over Mom's letter, can totally understand why all of my older siblings discounted the person who wrote it, the person their mother was discovering within herself.  

OUR mother never went below the surface of whatever a person presented, never asked "Why?" or delved any deeper than what was in front of her.  She certainly would never ever had said that silence is not a neutral response - the woman who had done that all our lives now saw it as BOGUS??  

It was easier, safer to attribute the change in Mom to my influence or Kevyn's or anyone else, because it just didn't fit their image of our mother.

The very things that so many others felt & feel deserve celebration & deep respect were foreign to my brothers & sister.  And yet Mom still forged ahead.  

The emotional explosion that set off all that came after happened in early summer 1997.  The drama between myself and Peter & Mim played out over summer 1998.  Mom's group letter to her children about her hopes for the quest with Kevyn went out apparently in late winter 1999, with March & April responses from Mike & later Kerry.  And in February 2000, Mom sent out her first Mindwalker1910 e-mail to what would be a growing & increasingly devoted dist list.

When Mom was 87, 88 & 89.  

As someone who experienced her as massively passive-aggressive in her family dealings, as absolutely the way Kerry so often slammed as unwilling to see difficult realities right in front of her, with no idea that what she intended as benign neglect was still an action rather than a neutral response, the tender words she wrote to Mike were nothing sort of revolutionary. 

Katharine Reynolds Lockhart - personal growth rock star!